"Brother, please calm down. If you hit me again, I will kill this guy."

Seeing Hei Da Mao's livid face and rolling his eyes, the Sword King quickly grabbed the angry Chang Qingzi's arm to stop him from continuing his violent behavior, and dissuaded him: "It's not a pity for him to die, but if you beat him to death, your baby

But how to get it back?"

"That's what I said. We can't let him be so easy. I will make his life worse than death!"

Chang Qingzi glanced at the big black hair in his hand that had more air coming out than in. He threw him to the ground hard, suppressed his anger and gasped: "If you dare to steal my treasure, I will make him suffer the most extreme punishment in the world, and he will be in pain.

I'll see if it's his mouth that's tough or my Qinghong Sword that's sharp."

"Brother, we are number one in beating and killing. We have never done this kind of torture and have no experience in this business. Are we unprofessional in using torture to extract confessions?"

The boxing champion showed hesitation on his face.

The three kings of Mobei were domineering and invincible in Mobei. All those who provoked them were killed in pieces without even bothering to torture to extract confessions. Now this guy Hei Damao is even harder than when he was in the pit, and he was injured.

He is still gritting his teeth and refusing to admit it. He is simply a representative figure who would rather die than surrender. It is really a headache to face such a guy who is not even afraid of death.

It is easy to take the life of Hei Da Mao. The boxing champion alone is enough to successfully complete the task. However, it is not easy to pry out the information you want to know from the mouth of a peerless master with extremely strong willpower and no fear of death. This is not easy. As long as

Boxing champions don't have this ability at all.

"Unprofessional? Soon you will know what professional means!"

Chang Qingzi sneered, with a ferocious expression on his face, and walked to Hei Da Mao who fell to the ground. His gold snakeskin boots tightly pressed one of Hei Da Mao's fingers, and asked coldly: "Hei Da Mao, I

Give you another chance, as long as you hand over my treasure, I will give you a happy life, otherwise don’t blame me for being cruel."

"Sword, Lord Sword King. I, Black Hair, swear to God that I have never touched your treasure, ah——"

Hei Da Mao, who was trying to continue to defend himself, instantly let out a heartbreaking scream. One of his fingers had been crushed by Chang Qingzi on the spot, and the ten fingers were connected to his heart. The severe pain made Hei Da Mao, a peerless master who was used to seeing life and death, also

I couldn't help but scream.

"You are so rude. I have given you a chance. Why don't you cherish it?"

Chang Qingzi expressionlessly raised his boot and stepped on Hei Da Mao's other finger, asking, "Tell me, where did you hide my treasure?"

"I, I really don't know, ah——"

Hei Da Mao, who was crying without tears, wanted to rub it 3,600 times to prove his innocence, but Chang Qingzi had already determined that it was him who had done it. So Hei Da Mao once again lost a finger forever.

Chang Qingzi is not a good man. The three kings of Mobei have killed countless people over the years. Countless masters have died in their hands. They will never give up until they achieve their goals. No matter whether it is made by Hei Da Mao or not, his Chang Qingzi's treasure

It's at Heida Mao's hotel

If it is lost inside, you must ask him to get it back. If you honestly return the property to its original owner, then that's it. You can let him die quickly. It is absolutely impossible to let him go. He has offended them Mobei San for countless years.

None of the king's men survived until the next morning.

In a series of screams, Chang Qingzi sullenly trampled Hei Da Mao's ten fingers to pieces one by one, and finally kicked Hei Da Mao's lifeblood out of anger, two of them

The huge egg was shattered to pieces, and the miserable appearance made the two masters of Sword King and Boxer, who had experienced countless cruel life-and-death fights, somewhat short of breath.

"Mao. Mao..."

The black man's eyes were distracted and he was already a little confused. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something unceremoniously.

"What the hell? Tell me clearly!"

Chang Qingzi thought that Hei Da Mao finally couldn't stand the torture and wanted to confess, so he was overjoyed, leaned down and put his ear to Hei Da Mao's mouth, and asked urgently.

"That, thatched room. Please...please, take me to that thatched room..."

Hei Da Mao confessed his last words. I don’t know when he started. Some top masters in Mobei like to say such last words when they are dying. They tell others to throw their bodies into the pit after their death. It seems that they are buried in the pit.

After that, you will be able to be reborn as a good child in your next life.

The three kings of Mobei, who had disappeared from the world for three years, reappeared in his "Mobei Hotel". Hei Da Mao was immediately excited and tried his best to make Chang Qingzi and the three of them comfortable, and wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to get involved with them.

He had a good relationship, but how could he have imagined that in just one night, these three damned guys would directly bloodbath his base camp. All his elite generals were slaughtered, and even he was seriously injured and his life was in danger.

If you really don't open your eyes and offend them, the Three Kings of Mobei, that's it. If you offend someone who shouldn't be offended, you will definitely die. But I am serving you with good intentions and entertaining you with delicious food and drink, and I haven't confiscated it yet.

It’s fine if you’re not grateful for a single copper. After having enough food, drink and sleep, you raided my base camp and killed all my elite men. Is that so shameless?

You keep saying that I am not polite. The real rude people are you three unreasonable butchers. I haven't even touched a hair on your head. Why do you want to accuse me of stealing your treasure?

"Cottage?"

Chang Qingzi frowned, his thinking was a little confused, it seemed that something had been overlooked by him, and he immediately stopped questioning and thought about it carefully.

"Brother, does this guy want us to throw his body into the latrine? He wants to be buried under the latrine."

The sound of the boxing champion's urn and his qi channel.

"Damn it, it turned out to be in the latrine?"

Chang Qingzi suddenly slapped his forehead and finally remembered that he went to the latrine to touch "xiaojiji" in the middle of the night yesterday. After telling the incomprehensible King of Swords and Boxing that they should wait here, he immediately ran towards the latrine.

The anxious Chang Qingzi rushed into the high-end hut of "Mobei Hotel" and saw a simple sheepskin bag hanging quietly on the nail behind the wooden door. He immediately stepped forward to take off the sheepskin bag and untied it.

He took out a simple parchment roll from the bag, unfolded it and saw that it was his greatest treasure.

Just as the joy of regaining the lost thing came to his heart, Chang Qingzi's excited expression froze in an instant. He had completely remembered that he had hung this sheepskin bag on the nail of the wooden door last night in order to play the self-touching game.

It doesn't matter if the hair is big or not.

In this case, isn't it a big joke that the three of my brothers bloodbathed the "Mobei Hotel"? No wonder that guy Hei Damao is so courageous, and dares to deny it in the face of three peerless late-stage masters. Love is really a matter of

It wasn't him.
Chapter completed!